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PSYRIP

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CATALOG

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The Owl turned his head as the Leaf made his jump while Breeze, this fellow mad tickled him with a bump.

Two lurking eyes sparkled in the night, reflecting the starlit sky painted by Moonlight. A howl pierced the air and woke the Slumberers up. Deep in the Dragon's lair, a smile answered the pup. Beating drums are echoing around and melodies are spinning high.

Someone asked 'What is this sound?', 'Hush', Gail said 'They call it Psy!' Magical words the Wizard speaks and a watchful eye over all them keeps. The Forest never sleeps, the Forest never sleeps!